Yukino was different from Satoru.
Satoru's house was an inheritance from his parents, bought in full, and the property rights were now transferred to his name.
However, Yukino rented.
And recently, due to "certain" events, the rent obtained from odd jobs was pitifully small.
This weekend was rent day again, and if she angered the Administrator, she would probably be forced to move out.
After seeing Yukino to her doorstep,
"Then you should still be careful, there are quite a few outsiders out there now." Satoru said, waving his hand.
Yukino puffed out her cheeks, watching the young man's nonchalant back.
Of course, she knew there were many bad people, and that Mike didn't look like a good person at all.
But how could you, a minor, understand the difficulties we adults face?
It's so easy for you to say, you bastard.
Yukino closed the door and went into the bathroom to run a hot bath.
Although it was cooler today and she hadn't sweated, standing next to that black man earlier, she could smell a strange odor on him.
It was like standing next to a garbage dump for a while, feeling like she herself had a foul smell.
Yukino took off all her clothes, and her delicate body immersed itself in the hot water.
Her skin was as white as the snow on a high mountain; if one looked closely, one could even see the tiny blue veins hidden beneath her snowy skin.
Yukino sat in the bathtub, hugging her knees.
Then she thought of Satoru again.
He was quite good-looking, and he had indeed come out today to bravely rescue her once, and also helped her out of a predicament today.
But both his attitude and tone were quite stiff, like a stubborn rock.
It really made it hard to like him.
And he was so young… Yukino weighed it, and calmly came to a conclusion: a child with such a stinky personality would definitely not be her type.
What happened yesterday was just a mistake.
She would definitely not do such a foolish thing again today.
Absolutely!
Immediately after, she suddenly felt some discomfort below.
Yukino 's face flushed, and she pressed her legs together.
This, at a time like this!?
Yukino quickly ran into the bathroom to run hot water, intending to suppress the extreme cold caused by excitement.
At the same time, Satoru's image reappeared in her mind.
Then, water splashed.
Satoru, who had just walked down the stairs, took out his vibrating phone. Speaking of which, the phone's vibration was quite strong, like an old Nokia.
Then he saw a message from Ayaka.
"Hey, why didn't you come to the Kendo Club today?"
"Uh, something came up. I already reported it to Miyajima Senior." Satoru replied.
"You! You have to report this to me too! Don't you know the rule that you report to the Vice Minister first, and then the Vice Minister reports to the Minister?!"
He really didn't know. Satoru thought, where did their bureaucracy come from, to do something so ridiculous?
"I'll know next time."
"Good that you know. Don't make such a mistake again."
Satoru put away his phone and pushed open his front door.
Just as he was about to step inside, a small card fell onto the entryway floor.
It looked like promotional material for some "sugar daddy" service.
On the other side, Mike said goodbye to Takahashi .
While Satoru was still on the fifth floor, he had already returned to his own home.
Which was next door to Satoru's "Room 404" apartment.
Mike's mountain-like body sat in front of a small low table.
He rubbed his rough hands, then opened the laptop on the table.
After clicking on a certain software.
A video playback window appeared on the screen.
The video showed a small room.
Directly facing a desk, and next to the desk was a narrow single bed.
There was nothing else.
The screen showed no movement.
If it weren't for the '18:32' constantly ticking in the upper left corner, it would definitely be mistaken for accidentally hitting the pause button.
But Mike wasn't in a hurry at all.
He waited patiently for a while.
After he heard footsteps from outside the door, the smile at the corner of his mouth grew wider, almost reaching his ears.
After a little more time passed,
the screen finally changed, and a slender young man appeared in front of the camera.
He was looking at a card in his hand.
And this person was none other than Satoru!
That's right, during the day, when the apartment was empty, Mike used his ancestral 'lock-picking' skill.
He picked the lock of the next-door apartment and then installed a hidden camera in the spot with the widest view!
Heh heh, you little brat! Let you know what happens when you offend your Black grandpa!
Mike excitedly rubbed his hands again.
He believed that as a healthy Japan high school student, this guy must also be doing some unspeakable things behind closed doors.
Like reading erotica.
Like self-pleasure.
Or like reading erotica while self-pleasuring.
At that time, he could record this video to threaten that little brat, or—publicize it!
Let that little brat suffer the heavy blow of social death!
For a high school student, secretly doing such things is not a big deal in itself.
But if a video of him doing such things were to be released...
"Heheheh." Mike laughed cruelly.
He wouldn't think of committing suicide because he couldn't face anyone afterward, would he?
That little brat looked quite thin-skinned.
Then, Mike saw Satoru start making a phone call, and his voice came through the laptop speakers.
"So, can you come over right away?"
"..."
"Okay, I'll wait for you. Try to be as quick as possible."
Mike saw the small card in that little brat's hand, and he showed a strange look, then became ecstatic.
I didn't expect it, you little brat, you're quite playful.
My God, there's an unexpected bonus.
It seems I can record more than just a solo act! Mike smiled contentedly, his thick lips curled up in triumph.
Then he also took out his phone.
No rush, I'll play around first.
He dialed Yurika's number.
He'd call that girl over, and then he and that little Japanese devil in the surveillance video would draw their guns together.
Let that * * bitch know how much more potent and profound their Black grandpa's skills are compared to a small Japanese man!
"Beep—beep—Sorry, the number you dialed—"
But, busy?
Mike found it strange. Was this girl on the phone with her best friend again?
Forget it.
Mike hung up and continued to watch the computer screen.
In the video, Satoru had already hung up the phone and was waiting for the lady he contacted to arrive.
And just at this moment,
Yurika called back.
"Hello? Yurika, can you—" Mike hadn't finished speaking.
Yurika interrupted him, saying in a sweet, fairy-like voice:
"Sorry, Brother Mike, I have something to do today. Can I come over to your place tomorrow instead?"
"Tsk." Mike clicked his tongue.
It seems there will be less fun today. Heh, then let's see what this little brat will do.
He continued to stare intently at the computer.
After some more time passed,
the young man stood up from his desk, as if to go to the entrance to open the door.
Mike's eyes immediately widened with excitement.
Then he saw it.
Yurika's figure appeared on the computer screen.
Mike: ?
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